Lyrics:
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
Christ Jesus is the Lord confessed by all the nations
I was dead in sin Lord You came and restored my soul
The Good Shepherd guided this lost sheep
the souls that nobody could save
And just like a light, we faded away
I don’t mind, no I don’t mind, I don’t mind the rain
Simple things and subtleties, they
the groove
In the space between you and I
Between your soul and your mind's eye
Step aside
While our bodies and souls collide
It's simple
I am not afraid
doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (Uh-huh)
Not including yourself,
the morn'
Your lack of love, left me loveless, and I'm of your breath
I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh
Your alcohol, your smoke, in
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
freestyle
That's why it's a free-style
Woo, Y'all know
This is the outro of the album y'all
I finna use 5 minutes
To explain myself y'all
You know the thing
Time to write this album chronic Future 2000
Time's no obstacle and we just arouse
All the minds that seem to be in tune
Ranting like a platoon under
When me reach me yard
Me got one thing on me mind,
To hold me little woman
And fe make her feel iree.
Be play album, dub plate,
Never simple and plain like a bullet to the brain
I'm blowing minds, yeah I gotta kick shit with this rhyme
Second I spit it so divine thats word
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
soul aint close to being sold
I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I
soul aint close to being sold
I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I
as the distance between us
My mind no longer possessed by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies
The seeds of these lies rooted so
Start off with innovation
Think after meditation
Instant gratification
Mind's a racing
Time's a wasting
As the door slides adjacent I step
baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
I feel life passing me by
A little more each day
We don't act out our love
In that old sweet and simple way
The world's got problems baby
We've
behind our backs new creations to learn
Semblance your duality
Semblance our duality (Yeah)
This album is an operating machine
They say our minds are too
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
Just three mother fuckers, with ears, hearts and beers
Talking to each other souls
That's what we call friendship
And that's cool tho
Lazy Billi
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Tailgate down by the fire
While I'm stealin' a kiss
Yeah, it don't get better than this
Just layin' it back
And catchin' a buzz
It's a simple life
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
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